The Marriage Bed: An Ideal Marriage? / The Marriage Campaign / The Bridal Bed. HELEN BIANCHIN

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СКАЧАТЬ but determination was. She thought of Francesca and smiled. If Dominic was intent on pursuit, Francesca didn’t have much of a chance.

      ‘She intrigues me.’

      Gabbi’s smile widened. ‘I had noticed.’

      ‘Wish me luck?’

      ‘All you need.’

      James arrived with Monique and they took the seats opposite, exchanged greetings, and placed orders with the drinks waiter.

      Monique looked radiant in a royal blue gown and a matching evening jacket. Sapphire and diamond jewellery graced her neck and her wrist, and a large sapphire and diamond dress ring on her right hand almost eclipsed the magnificent diamond above her wedding band.

      Annaliese had chosen deep emerald silk that hugged her curves like a second skin, with a side-split that bordered on the indecent.

      The two remaining couples at their table slid into their seats as the DJ changed CDs and played an introductory number that was followed by the charity chairman’s welcoming speech.

      A prawn cocktail starter was served. Soft music filtered unobtrusively while the guests ate, providing a pleasant background.

      The main course followed, comprising grilled chicken breast served with mango sauce and vegetables.

      Delicious, Gabbi complimented silently as she forked delicate portions. A sandwich eaten at her desk around midday seemed inadequate sustenance by comparison.

      A few sips of excellent Chardonnay proved relaxing, and she listened with interest as the host extolled the virtues of the charity, cited the money raised at this evening’s event and thanked various sponsors for their generous donations.

      A tall male figure slid into the empty seat beside Annaliese and, when the speech was concluded, Annaliese performed the necessary introductions.

      Not that one was needed. Aaron Jacob was equally well-known as an eminently successful male model as he was as a star in a long-running television series.

      A heartthrob and a hunk, Gabbi acknowledged in feminine appreciation of a near-perfect male specimen. Pity he had an inflated ego and a reputation for changing his dates as often as his socks!

      As a couple, Annaliese and Aaron were guaranteed to have their photo prominently displayed on the society page in tomorrow’s newspaper. Perhaps that was the purpose of their date? Be nice, Gabbi silently chided in self-admonishment as she sipped her wine.

      Soon the DJ would increase the volume of the music and invite guests to take to the dance floor. It would be a signal for everyone to mix and mingle, dance and provide an opportunity for the society doyennes to flaunt their latest designer gowns.

      ‘More wine?’

      Gabbi turned slightly and met Benedict’s warm gaze. ‘No, thanks. I’d prefer water.’

      One eyebrow lifted in silent enquiry, and she offered him a brilliant smile. ‘I thought you might like me to drive home.’

      ‘Considerate of you.’ His quiet drawl held a degree of musing cynicism, aware as she was that he rarely took more than one glass of wine with an evening meal and that therefore the offer was unnecessary.

      ‘Yes, isn’t it?’

      ‘Benedict.’

      Monique’s intrusion commanded his attention. ‘I’ve managed to get a few tickets to Phantom of the Opera, Wednesday evening. You and Gabrielle will join us, won’t you?’

      Was it coincidence that Monique had tickets for the same night that Gabbi and Benedict had invited Francesca and Dominic to make up a foursome?

      ‘Thank you, Monique. I already have tickets.’

      ‘Perhaps we could arrange to meet afterwards for supper?’

      Familial togetherness was a fine thing, Gabbi acknowledged. But Monique’s stage-managing was becoming a little overt.

      ‘Unfortunately we’ve made other arrangements.’

      ‘Annaliese and Gabrielle are so close, and see so little of each other.’ Monique injected just the right amount of regret into her voice then moved in for the figurative kill. ‘It seems such a shame not to take advantage of every opportunity to get together while Annaliese is home.’

      Oh, my, her stepmother was good. Gabbi almost held her breath, waiting for Benedict’s response.

      ‘Another time, Monique.’

      ‘You must come to dinner. Just family. Monday, Tuesday? Either evening is free.’

      Persistence, thy name is Monique!

      ‘Gabbi?’

      That’s right, she thought wryly; pass the buck. Avoiding the dinner was impossible, therefore decisiveness was the only way to go. ‘Monday. We’ll look forward to it.’ Were polite lies considered real lies? If so, she’d be damned in hell. Yet she felt justified in telling them for her father’s sake.

      ‘Shall we dance?’

      Now there was a question. Dancing with Benedict inevitably became a dangerous pleasure. ‘Thank you, darling.’ She rose to her feet and allowed him to lead her onto the dance floor.

      The Celine Dion number was perfect, the lyrics revealing a certain poignancy that echoed most women’s hopes and dreams.

      Gabbi’s body fitted the contours of his with easy familiarity, and she had the crazy desire to discard her conventional hold and wind her arms round his neck.

      Did he sense how she felt? He was the very air that she breathed. Everything she wanted, all she would ever need. In a way it was frightening. What if she ever lost him?

      ‘Cold?’

      She lifted her head and looked at him for a few seconds without comprehension.

      ‘You shivered,’ Benedict enlightened her gently. Get a grip, Gabbi, she chided herself. She summoned a smile and dismissed it lightly. ‘Old ghosts.’

      ‘Want to go back to the table?’

      ‘You think I need to conserve my strength?’ she queried solemnly as he led her to the edge of the dance floor.

      ‘Tomorrow’s Saturday.’

      She shot him a sparkling smile. ‘An hour of morning decadence before enjoying a late breakfast on the terrace?’

      ‘Early-morning decadence, breakfast on the terrace, followed by a drive to the airport.’

      ‘We’re escaping?’ Gabbi looked at him with due reverence. ‘Alone? Where? No, don’t tell me. Someone might overhear.’

      ‘Witch,’ he murmured close to her ear.

      Dessert was served as they resumed their seats, followed by coffee and after-dinner СКАЧАТЬ